This one for the hood right here Song dedicated anybody out there that got some dreams Don't give up on your dreams real talk Ready kids, let's go Dreamin
, put away the kids Time to get it up, get a cup fill it up Feelin on her booty, touchin on her butt Time to get her back to the crib, beat it up We
poor girl ?cause I love to fight them (Call her the poor girl ?cause she loves to fight them) But I'm quite sweet if you take the time to get to know
my sleep, nigga peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get
love it, I love it And nothin' in my life will ever be above it We wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein' our hoods get blown up L.A.
my sleep - nigga peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to
THE KIDS HAD TO DIE KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers KILLERS! beware of the killers Vietnam vet, home from the war Can't get
Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get
All niggas gotta get some real estate Muthafucka, come up, fuck a bitch Better get somethin' you can own, asshole White man ain't givin' up shit Word
my strap like a ray-gun You broke ill and you cold fucked up Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while you're holdin' your gut So get your money
should care You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare For a true nighmare Squeeze the trigger Cops hate kids,kids
To make you get up and start to clap For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate style More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file '79 the time I was inclined To get
all my G's rock on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed
on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass
s, locked away he can't get no love on visiting today Holla holla, pop yo' collar Shit a nigga just tryin to get a wet forty dollars to get a cup of soup
the car wash to get the tar off Then it's right back at it tomorrow They're like dead, this is in so get with the trend This is for the pimps listenin
face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up
chance to get it right, get it right You've got it wrong if you say our love is gone You've got it wrong if you say our love is gone You've got it wrong